...And when IT Strikes...

Do you recall
your very first date?
Where you sat
and pondered future's fate?

She'd tell you, " Boy,
you better not ever make
me cry..."

You can't remember
the date, Yet two talked
incessantly, til late

He told her,
"I'm gonna be all you'll
ever need, no lie..."

Where goes tomorrow,
after being yesterday's
fateful mate?

Do we ever
question the relevance
of 'living in the moments' state

...seems  irrelevant
after these moments die...

I wish I could
view the future...  
before it pasts

maybe then
I'd have the knowledge
to teach how to make a love last...

I remember,  
that I forgot
when everything was great

flowers, summer showers,
butterflies, cloudless skies,
passionate highs...

when so much beauty
filled me,  while feeding
from love's plate...